The hand of the woman in white holding the pen paused slightly: "You want to write on my painting? If your painting dissatisfies me, do you know the consequences?"

No matter what profession you are in, it is taboo to criticize your colleagues.

Among peers, unless the other party sincerely invites you, don't point out mistakes to others, especially in public. It is an insult to your colleagues, and if not done well, it will lead to deadly enmity.

This is especially true in the field of calligraphy and painting. Articles on calligraphy and painting embody the author's hard work, and no one wants to be criticized. If the person commenting is the author's teacher, or if what he says is meaningful, the result will be better.

If the other person's own articles are all nonsense, or if he stands up and gives advice without even writing an article, then this person is either mentally distorted or has been punished less.

Now I stood up and said that I wanted to draw a line on the other side, which immediately aroused the other side's murderous intention.

Mo Caiwei was so anxious that she turned around, but I said calmly: "The worst thing is that I'll just be turned into ink by you."

The woman in white smiled coldly: "No, I will draw you into the painting and hang it at the door for public viewing."

From this sentence alone, I can tell that the painting of the woman in white can imprison ghosts. No wonder the paper figures she drew are not only lifelike, but also have changes in expression.

It turns out that there is a ghost hidden in every paper man.

The woman in white turned around and handed out the blood-soaked brush: "Are you still going to do it?"

"How will you know if you don't try?" I took a step forward and reached out to take the pen.

Mo Caiwei suddenly became anxious: "Li Po, don't answer the call! You..."

"Believe me!" I stood in front of the drawing board with my pen in hand and looked at the ghost street that was only half painted.

If Ye Yang and the others were present, they would definitely be shocked by my jaws dropping! I had never touched a pen in Liangjietang. Suddenly I had to compete with a painter. Anyone who saw it would think I was going crazy.

Actually!

You say I can’t draw? I really can!

You say I can draw? I can’t either!

This is because Ghost Eight among the nine ghosts is the famous killer Hua Yao in the art. Hua Yao does not use paintings to kill people, but rather sends a painting painted by himself to the target before each attack.

There must be a faceless dead man in the painting.

After the target of the painting demon dies in the manner shown in the painting, the facial features of the dead person in the painting will automatically appear, and the scene will be exactly the same as the death of the target.

I asked the painting demon if there is any secret technique in his paintings!

He told me: If it hadn't been for fate, he would have been just a scholar who loved painting and would have spent his ordinary life guarding a calligraphy and painting shop. Unfortunately, fate made him a killer.

As for the paintings he drew, they were worthless to put it bluntly. They were things he drew casually in order to cause psychological pressure to the target. After the target was killed, it would be the same as the scene on the scroll because after killing the target, he deliberately

This is the result.

In other words, Hua Yao is actually a master at posing for photos.

However, he taught me the skill of painting ghosts. I am not good at painting other things, but I must be a first-rate master at painting ghosts.

I stood in front of the drawing board with a paintbrush, and my mind kept racing with everything that happened from the entrance of the village to the end of the street. I quickly picked up the pen and tapped the corner of the butcher shop a few times, and a fierce ghost with a ferocious face appeared.

On paper.

I said calmly: "Since I walked into the paper man, there have been dead people following me."

"The first person is on the eaves at the entrance of the village. He looks a bit like a cat, half lying on the eaves, watching Mo Caiwei and I enter. However, since you didn't draw that house, I won't draw it."

"The second person is the ghost I drew now. She was lying sideways on the ground with half of her head sticking out from the corner of the butcher shop, looking at Mo Caiwei."

"The third person is outside the door of the carpenter's shop. He is hiding under the window and holding the window open, listening to my chat with Carpenter He."

"The fourth person is hiding behind the sign of the tailor shop. Although he only has one eye exposed, I can still see him. Just fill in one eye in this place."

I stopped with the brush in hand: "Do you need me to paint further?"

The woman in white said softly: "If you still want to draw, you can continue."

I took down the first painting and spread a piece of white paper on the drawing board: "There is a ghost hidden in every shop on this street. Your shop is no exception."

As soon as I finished speaking, Mo Caiwei took a step closer to me: "Did you make a mistake? Ghosts are not allowed in Paperman Village! Unless they are ghosts that already exist in the village."

I drew the pen on the white paper several times, and a bloody figure immediately appeared on the paper: "I really don't know how to draw you. Should I draw skin? Or should I draw bones?"

Mo Caiwei glanced at the drawing board, then turned to look at the woman in white: "You...you mean Jiu Ci is a ghost?"

"Yes!" I nodded: "The ghosts in other places are hiding in the dark, but the ghost in this painting shop is standing in front of us. When we first entered the village, she was not ready yet. So, Carpenter He

He chatted with us for a while just to give us a surprise."
Chapter completed!